Consider mine affliction, and deliver me: for I do not forget Thy law. Psalm 119:153
Consider all my sorrows, Lord,
And Thy deliverance send;
My soul for Thy salvation faints,
When will my troubles end?
Yet I have found, ’tis good for me
To bear my Father’s rod;
Afflictions make me learn Thy law,
And live upon my God.
This is the comfort I enjoy
When new distress begins,
I read Thy Word, I run Thy way,
And hate my former sins.
Had not Thy Word been my delight
When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, oppressed with sorrow’s weight,
Had sunk amongst the dead.
I know Thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Tho’ they may seem severe;
The sharpest sufferings I endure
Flow from Thy faithful care.
Before I knew Thy chastening rod
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep Thy Word
Nor wander from Thy way.